Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing

The next morning.

Hao Jianjun set out on his journey back home, and Hao Qiang drove him to the bus station.

There were many trivial matters at home, such as the harvesting of sugarcane and the decoration of the house. Fortunately, his uncle Hao Jianmin helped and arranged enthusiastically.

Before his son came home, Hao Jianjun wanted to decorate the house with a new look, complete furniture, and properly installed air conditioners, so that his son would not have to worry about these trivial matters.

In the past, Hao Jianjun had mistakenly thought that his son would be able to relax and feel comfortable after going to college.

He thought that his son had money and lived a carefree life every day.

However, the reality was not the case.

Whenever night fell, he saw his son typing on the computer until late at night, studying hard and dealing with business affairs.

In the early morning, his son got up early again, insisted on exercising, and rushed to school.

Such a body, can it bear it?

Hao Jianjun knew that he did not know how to manage the business. Without his son’s consent, he would not interfere with the normal operation.

After a whole night of careful consideration, he still did not find a practical and effective way to improve the store’s performance.

The only thing he could do was to help his son make hot pot base and share some of the pressure for his son.

After so many days of exploration and practice, he has mastered many production processes and recorded the requirements and purchase channels of various spices in detail.

However, there is still a distance from his son’s requirements. He needs to continue to work hard to meet his son’s expectations before the Lantern Festival, so as to reduce some of his workload.

Hao Jianjun knows how to grasp the wealth code that he has finally obtained.

Although he likes to brag at ordinary times, he must be more reliable at critical moments.

At noon on January 28.

The warm sunshine sprinkled on the quiet village, and Hao Jianjun dragged his suitcase from the village entrance to his home.

He was excited when he set out for Yuecheng last time.

This time, going home is the same.

But the difference is that his son has undergone earth-shaking changes. His son has made a fortune, and he and his wife can enjoy the good life.

His face is full of confident smiles.

He dragged the suitcase in one hand and held a cigarette in the other hand, leisurely looking at the scenery on both sides.

Many villagers’ sugarcane has been harvested, and there are several piles of sugarcane parked on the roadside, waiting to be taken to the sugar factory.

On the dry mud road, there are many sugarcane leaves and some sugarcane residues that have been crushed by the car.

The village road is worse than usual. Fortunately, it has not rained in the past few days, otherwise it would be really troublesome for him to drag the suitcase home.

Under the old banyan tree in the village, there are more than 20 villagers, playing cards or chatting about gossip.

When Hao Jianjun passed by, he attracted the attention of many villagers.

Not long ago, Liu Fengqing returned home after a short absence of a few days. Many villagers thought that Hao Chuiniu did not come back with his wife because he found a job.

However, Hao Chuiniu’s return today made the villagers curious.

“Jianjun, didn’t you say you went to work in Yuecheng? Why are you back so early?” a villager asked curiously.

“Is it because the New Year is coming soon and the company is giving a holiday in advance?” another villager guessed.

Hao Jianjun walked under the banyan tree, took out cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them to the villagers who usually smoked.

Facing the villagers’ inquiries, he frowned slightly, showing displeasure on his face: “Who said I went to Yuecheng to work? It’s pure nonsense!”

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The villager who took the cigarette smiled and responded: “Someone in the village said that you went to Yuecheng to work as a security guard.”

Hao Jianjun’s face suddenly darkened. He felt very embarrassed and his face turned black. He cursed: “I’m a shitty security guard. Which bastard has such a bad mouth? I went to Yuecheng to visit my son.”

The villagers who got the good cigarettes saw that he was a little angry and flattered him: “Oh, that’s it, we thought you and your wife went to work together.”

Some sharp-eyed villagers noticed that Hao Jianjun’s clothes were obviously upscale, and the high-end suitcase he was pulling was also particularly eye-catching.

A villager asked curiously: “Jianjun, your home has been renovated for several days. Have you made a fortune?”

Hao Jianjun continued to distribute cigarettes generously, with a proud smile on his face: “I guess so, this is all thanks to my son.”

He knew that the family’s wealth growth could not be concealed for long.

When the Chinese New Year comes, his son will definitely come back in a Porsche, which will definitely cause a sensation among the villagers and even the whole town.

Moreover, he plans to buy a large area of ​​land, which will also be a considerable expense, and everyone in the village will know about it.

When his wife came back, his son deposited 50,000 yuan in her bank card for decoration and furniture purchase.

He came back this time,His son deposited 100,000 yuan into his bank card and asked him to arrange the foundation.

If you don’t return to your hometown, you will be like a splendid night walk.

Since his son made money in an honest way, the family should enjoy this honor in a grand manner. There is no need to hide anything.

Before going home, he joked with his son about this matter, saying how the villagers would deal with it after knowing that his family had made a fortune.

His son said it didn’t matter. There was no need to hide the matter of honoring the family, but he shouldn’t show off too much and pay attention to those who have bad intentions. The windows and doors at home must be strong enough and locked at ordinary times. He also raised two wolf dogs. Who dared to climb over the wall to steal things? Haha.

If you get bitten while stealing, you can’t blame anyone.

At the same time, install a few more cameras.

Hao Jianjun didn’t expect his son to be so thoughtful and agreed to do so.

“It’s true. Did your son get the reward again?” A villager asked curiously.

Hao Qiang had received a 20,000 yuan reward from the Second High School in college, which was a good story in the village and even in the town.

If he received another bonus in college, it would not be a rare thing.

The villagers envied Hao Chui Niu for having a good son, but they were unhappy with Hao Chui Niu’s show-off.

Hao Jianjun noticed the puzzled expressions on the faces of the villagers around him, so he took out his mobile phone and turned on the ringtone of “Yu Xi Tan”.

After a while, the passionate melody echoed in the air:

“Long spears and horses pacify the world, but this farewell is difficult…”

After this ringtone was played, he seamlessly switched to the ringtone of another song: “Has anyone ever told you that I love you very much…”

The villagers watched Hao Jianjun’s series of operations, and one villager couldn’t help but joked: “Jianjun, what are you doing?

What does playing a song have to do with discussing your son’s reward with us?

Are you trying to say that this is the song your son sang? Haha…”

The villagers around laughed when they heard this.

They did not laugh at Hao Jianjun, but thought his behavior was sometimes really funny.

In this village, people usually chat about everything, and speak directly, but without malice.

Of course, unless there is a conflict of interest between the two parties, they will not offend others for no reason.

Many villagers have heard these two songs. In the past three months, these two new songs have suddenly become popular.

For ordinary people, they only pay attention to which star sings the song, and rarely pay attention to the lyricist and composer behind it, unless someone is interested in checking, such as a media reporter.

Like many popular songs, everyone only knows who sings it, but may not know who created it.